My children are the absolute most awesome part of my life these days.
They are infuriating and crazy sometimes.
They are brilliant and gorgeous always.
They are fabulous and keep me moving.
It always floors me the ways they are different and the ways they are the same.
They are each their own person.
But I can see parts of myself, of Andy, of their grandparents in their facial expressions, in how they speak, in their personality quirks. At this point, Andy and I each have a mini-me. Matt is soooooo Andy's child and Nic is sooooo mine. We definitely have parent-karma going on. It will be interesting to see how Em goes...he is by far the most laid back of all our babies.
It is amazing the way they love.
Matt and Nic have this phenomenal bond. They love each other more than anyone else in the world. They may fight and yell and get angry, but they never (I mean not ever) end the day with anything but love. They are patient and gracious with each other at the most unexpected times. They stand up for one another at school or with other friends. I am incredibly thankful for the way they love and hope they stay this way.
And then there is Em. Late to the "brother party". But loved. SO loved. Matt has a way of garnering smiles and coos and squeaks and is a natural at it. He reads to Em. He cuddles him. This week he (under close supervision) picked him up from the bouncer chair to the couch. He shows Em off to his friends at school, his teacher, the old ladies at the store, any and every one. Nic was a bit slower to warm up. I have no doubt the love was there...it just took him a little bit to figure out how to interact with Emerson. And now he is my biggest helper. He changes diapers (really, and is good at at it), he sings songs to Em while I nurse, he kisses Em every morning and offers his beloved turtle to cuddle. I am so proud of how he has adjusted to the big change that Emerson brought.
And then, there are the ways the boys love the grown ups in their lives. It is a beautiful thing to see them love with sweetness and their whole hearts. To love without agenda or grudge. To take joy away from they love they give.
I love them.
It makes it easier, on the not so fabulous days, to keep my cool. To want to be patient and graceful with them.
It makes me want to be a better parent.
They are infuriating and crazy sometimes.
They are brilliant and gorgeous always.
They are fabulous and keep me moving.
It always floors me the ways they are different and the ways they are the same.
They are each their own person.
But I can see parts of myself, of Andy, of their grandparents in their facial expressions, in how they speak, in their personality quirks. At this point, Andy and I each have a mini-me. Matt is soooooo Andy's child and Nic is sooooo mine. We definitely have parent-karma going on. It will be interesting to see how Em goes...he is by far the most laid back of all our babies.
It is amazing the way they love.
Matt and Nic have this phenomenal bond. They love each other more than anyone else in the world. They may fight and yell and get angry, but they never (I mean not ever) end the day with anything but love. They are patient and gracious with each other at the most unexpected times. They stand up for one another at school or with other friends. I am incredibly thankful for the way they love and hope they stay this way.
And then there is Em. Late to the "brother party". But loved. SO loved. Matt has a way of garnering smiles and coos and squeaks and is a natural at it. He reads to Em. He cuddles him. This week he (under close supervision) picked him up from the bouncer chair to the couch. He shows Em off to his friends at school, his teacher, the old ladies at the store, any and every one. Nic was a bit slower to warm up. I have no doubt the love was there...it just took him a little bit to figure out how to interact with Emerson. And now he is my biggest helper. He changes diapers (really, and is good at at it), he sings songs to Em while I nurse, he kisses Em every morning and offers his beloved turtle to cuddle. I am so proud of how he has adjusted to the big change that Emerson brought.
And then, there are the ways the boys love the grown ups in their lives. It is a beautiful thing to see them love with sweetness and their whole hearts. To love without agenda or grudge. To take joy away from they love they give.
I love them.
It makes it easier, on the not so fabulous days, to keep my cool. To want to be patient and graceful with them.
It makes me want to be a better parent.
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